WHAT THE OLD GRADUATE LEARNED
—that is, I beg your pardon; I'm only an old graduate, very green, very much behind the times. Tell me, what are you—let's see, a Junior Orator, or"
"Heavens! no," the undergraduate replied pityingly.
"Still higher, eh? One of the Lynde Debaters?"
"Of course not."
"Oh, I have it, you won the Stinnecke Scholarship."
He laughed at the old graduate's greenness, "What do you take me for; a poler?"
"Then—oh, to be sure, you're on one of the teams. Now, judging by appearances I should not have thought you an athlete, but"
"No," sighed the undergraduate; "never mind looking at my shape; I don't happen to be an athlete."
"I have it," said the other. "You're one of the all-around representative men?"
The upper-classman looked modest, yet did not say no.
"That's fine," said the old graduate en-
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